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Baekhyun wasn’t really surprised when he realized that he really liked Chanyeol. It wasn’t a eureka! moment; he felt like he has been liking him all this time along. Even though he’s been questioning himself why he felt so tingly when Chanyeol looks at him with warm eyes and smiles at him as if Baekhyun hung the stars on his window, he never thought of the fact that he might be seeing Chanyeol in a different light.
Then The Night Where Everything Made Sense* happened.
(*In which the eleven boys decided on drinking until everyone is knocked out on Junmyeon’s spacious flat so they can drink more and be safe on Junmyeon’s hands.)
Chanyeol was drunk (read: too drunk) enough that he started preaching about boys who breaks hearts for fun are just like murderers in the night and should be jailed for killing someone inside. Baekhyun, the ever reliable best friend, stayed by his side, trying (failing) to make him stop rambling about the possibility of heartbreakers being emotional serial killers. It is a funny sight to their friends--it wasn’t normal to see Chanyeol drunk and Baekhyun sober. When Chanyeol started to look like he was going to throw up, Baekhyun helped him up and guided him to the comfort room where he can vomit in peace. With Chanyeol’s head on the porcelain throne, Baekhyun started rubbing circles on Chanyeol’s broad back. After a few wheezes or so, he stood up (with Baekhyun’s help and his hand still rubbing circles on Chanyeol’s back), flushed the toilet, and started moving towards the sink and gargled some mouthwash Minseok left on the counter.
“Baekhyunnie.” Chanyeol murmured, his eyes closed and hands gripping the sink for stability.
“Yeol? Do you want to sleep?” Baekhyun moved closer to Chanyeol, and gently placing his arm on Chanyeol’s torso. “I’m okay, I’m okay. Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay guys, Chanyeol’s out. I’ll just put this big stringbean to bed and I’ll be back.” Baekhyun announced to the boys who are on their 2nd bottle of vodka.
“Just go to sleep too, Baekhyun! He’ll just follow you around like a lost puppy if you don’t.” Sehun exclaims, as if he isn’t like that when Luhan’s running around Junmyeon’s flat.
Baekhyun smiles, and slowly walks Chanyeol to the bed. “Yeol, go to sleep, okay? I’ll just get some gatorade for you to drink.” Chanyeol suddenly stops him from going, and hugged Baekhyun a second too late.
“Thank you, Baek. So much.” And Chanyeol started walking on his own towards the bed.
The night went on, Baekhyun came back to the drinking area and started thinking about what Chanyeol did. He hugged him a second too late to be considered friendly. And why did he have to bury his nose on his neck? They were friends, not lovers! A few minutes and vodka shots passed, and he realized, yeah, maybe, I do like him that way.
After The Night, he kept it in, and never acted upon it. Silently wishing for something more, but never expecting for it to happen.
A few weeks later, Chanyeol drops I like someone on him.